Push 2 Start
Uh, let's end them
I took her, man, like I don't got no heart
But now I'm out of town, whipping in a push to start
Ten K just for a bad lay, but ain't nowhere to park
Told him don't pass that gas, might just fuck around and fart
I got these bitches pressed, Iron Man, Tony Stark
The only time she higher than me, when she on that cart
I'm getting all these deals, like I'm shopping at Walmart
And I never get that late, bitch, never was the mark
I'm pretty and I'm dark, I'm wet, no Noah's Ark
He be tellin' me he love me but this firework won't spark
Said I'll walk him like a dog since he keep on tryna bark
Man, you barkin' up this tree you gon' end up
Yeah, I got class, I keep it real demure
I'ma make a hundred bands just from rappin' just for sure
And I know what his intentions is and baby they not pure
He be textin' on my phone tryna go wild don't need no tour, throw it back
Of course into fashion like a tour
And don't tell me that you model if you ain't in a winter
Say he walkin' on three legs and now my jaw hella sore
Say he wanna have this and this but I'm rotten to the core
I took her, man, like I don't got no heart
But now I'm outta town whippin' and I'm pushin' start
Ten K just for ballet ain't nowhere to park
Told him don't pass that gas might just fuck around and fart
I took her, man, like I don't got no heart
But now I'm out of town, whipping in a push to start
Ten K just for a bad lay, but ain't nowhere to park
Told him don't pass that gas, might just fuck around and fart
I got these bitches pressed, Iron Man, Tony Stark
The only time she higher than me, when she on that cart
I'm getting all these deals, like I'm shopping at Walmart
And I never get that late, bitch, never was the mark
I'm pretty and I'm dark, I'm wet, no Noah's Ark
He be tellin' me he love me but this firework won't spark
Said I'll walk him like a dog since he keep on tryna bark
Man, you barkin' up this tree you gon' end up
Yeah, I got class, I keep it real demure
I'ma make a hundred bands just from rappin' just for sure
And I know what his intentions is and baby they not pure
He be textin' on my phone tryna go wild don't need no tour, throw it back
Of course into fashion like a tour
And don't tell me that you model if you ain't in a winter
Say he walkin' on three legs and now my jaw hella sore
Say he wanna have this and this but I'm rotten to the core
I took her, man, like I don't got no heart
But now I'm outta town whippin' and I'm pushin' start
Ten K just for ballet ain't nowhere to park
Told him don't pass that gas might just fuck around and fart
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Writer(s): Armani West
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